Valuable Treasures
It is best to ignore.
Than to make attempts to explore,
Communication.
With a mind closed.
And a door locked!
Protecting an uninhabited,
Attic.
Where most folks keep stored,
Their valuable treasures...
Safe.
Knowing where they are to reminisce.
If not kept within view and polished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want to Know
There is too much I can not ignore.
Too much beyond my open door,
I explore to have those unknowns shown.
I can not sit...
Just to imagine what exists.
Or to hear from others...
From their point of view.
As they experience what it is,
I too wish to do!
There is too much I can not ignore.
Too much beyond my open door,
I explore to have those unknowns shown.
And my mind will not leave me alone...
Until my curiosity satisfies that quest in me.
There is too much I can not ignore.
Too much beyond my open door,
I explore to have those unknowns shown.
I want to know...
More of this life God has gifted.
I want to know...
And not inflict upon myself limits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioning
Communication is strange with me
Discrimination forgets to leave
I hardly remember why I locked the door
..and I'll never seize the day while I'm doing o.k.
Education is a mask on conditioning
We're not winding up the slack on Hollywood gas
and the fight never occured to the victor
The victims hard on blue plays the afflictor
Forgetful host. My eyes are closed
Reminiscent of the imperial hand
I hardly remember why I locked the door
..and I'll never seize the day while I'm doing o.k.
Communication is strange with me...
Communication is hard to see...
Communication- to HEAR is the key
Communication is strange with me...
poem by Mason Maestro
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Stop Your Complaining
Come here and listen!
You can pretend to ignore.
But leave your ears open.
Close your mouth.
Those eyes?
You can roll them as before.
It 'may' look as if doors are being shut.
But they aren't,
Not at all!
Those opportunities,
That once knocked at them?
Are in your mind...
Where you have kept them stored!
That's where they have always been.
You were the one to let them out!
And you will bring them back in,
Again!
So don't believe what is being locked out,
Means for your tears to descend.
Those doors needed to close on you,
Anyway!
To allow greater things for you to happen!
Now is the time to test your faith!
Not to wallow in despair,
And welcome heartbreak!
Snap out of limitations.
Explore new avenues you can take!
At least stop your complaining.
A difference only you can make!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Go Untouched
Sometimes I wish I had been less obstinate.
With a readiness to be more subdued.
I often reminisce about this.
But then I think of it from time to time,
With a knowing that it took a willingness to stay put.
Right where I found myself.
Even if I hated every moment of it.
And let those circumstances be what they will be.
I have discovered that a tearing down of a brick wall,
Usually leaves the one behind it left to go untouched.
Without chips, scratch marks or blood stains on it.
Today...
I look for a door to knock on.
And if it's locked...
It's locked!
Why dropp tears?
Or spend time wasted thinking of doors,
When I can get up to make one.
And...
Put my own lock on it to open or close as I choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rarities
Peace, love, knowledge and laughter
Who can measure?
These great items are a few of God's
greatest treasures
Hoq rare they seem, to those who are mean
Yet they lie dormant in humans specimens
Just waiting to be seen
Any vesse, whom can allow themselves to explore
May find in their soul is much more valuable
Than a mahogany wood antique
priceless door, with these rare valuables displayed on the floor
Look deep inside, there's always more.
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Lets Get Back
Get back together aah
This is a very interesting situation
I sense a gradual loss of communication
Dont you think I can see youre changing on me
Youre heading into a completely new direction
And I am having trouble making the adaptation
Dont you think I can see youre changing on me
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
If I may be so bold by making a suggestion
Please ask yourself why you are making this transition
Dont you think I can see, youre changing on me
Everytime I think of us I just want to make it how it was
Before we had much more
When I think of me and you I just cant believe that we are through
I cant ignore the fact you closed the door
When I think back, we had a beautiful relationship
But I see the future, whats there for me is devastation from you
Dont you think I can see, youre changing on me
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Back together, back together, back together, back together
Back together, back together, back together, back together
Everytime I think of us I just want to make it how it was
Ah before we had much more
When I think of me and you I just cant believe that we are through
I cant ignore the fact you closed the door
Dont you think I can see
Dont you think I can see
Dont you think I can see
Youre changing
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back to
I wanna get back
song performed by by No Doubt
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Funk
I am in a funk and I can't get out.
I feel like a door is slowly closing in on me.
BAM!
It finally has closed on me.
I am stuck and scared that I will never get out.
My mind is telling me to quit, but my heart says keep going with every beat it takes.
I guess I need to make a decision.
Before this door is locked forever.
I choose to keep on going and find a way.
There are some people on the other side waiting for me.
My family.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Locked
Children tattooed, pierced and studded, dreadlocked;
parents panicked, indecisive, deadlocked.
Mother to daughter: live as you must, if you must;
for just a bit longer, keep the door to your bed locked.
Son to father: teach me what you know,
but I won't agree to keep the door to my head locked.
Mother to father: where have you been, and where
have you kept your thoughts and all you might have said locked?
They'd come so far, and then she saw, in him,
the door to their life, their home, their daily bread locked.
One night in a fiery panic dream he ran
and found the door toward which he'd wildly fled locked.
Aging, but at long last ripe and ready,
she found the on-ramp to the road ahead locked.
They learned too late the cost of keeping that cellar
full of truths that could not be gainsaid locked.
The young return. Too many find the way back
to lives in the country for which they fought and bled locked.
Eric, old friend, as you try each door in the mind,
will you wake one day to find the heart instead locked?
poem by Eric Torgersen
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Comminication Braekdown
We never walk We never talk
We never find the time To be close again
There it goes again
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Too much concern for money to burn
Too many things to do Now you don't need me
And I don't need you
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
One by one They fail Now the leaves our lover
Cling to the ground
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Too much too soon Too much temptation
In a hurry It's a sad situation
Too much worry I can tell Well it's over now
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
There it goes
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
When it's right, it's all right
When it's wrong, it's all wrong
When it's gone, it's all gone
It's too late
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
I can tell Well it's over now
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Can You Handle It?
YOU don't get it.
When I express my point of view...
From 'my' point of view!
You just don't get it.
When I voice my opinion
From a freed comprehension I've earned.
And in doing this I've learned
Seeking acceptance
Is like looking for a noun without a vowel.
I will say what comes to mind...
Since mine isn't closed to communication.
And there is nothing on vacation in my head!
Dead weight I'm not.
Nor am I trying to start or stop...
Whatever makes you tick!
If I'm with it I stay.
If not I split!
I am an adult!
Can you handle it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I lock the door
I lock the door.
Thinking what the heck.
I havent nothing left to live for.
I have noubt left to give.
I simply cannot forgive.
I locked the door.
Shutting the rest of the world out.
Knowing it'll be over soon.
I locked the door.
Taking the razor to my wrist.
And cut my throat.
As the blood spurts out.
It'll be over soon.
As they break down the door.
It's to late now.
I've gone.
Im dead.
And this time you couldnt stop me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Communication Breakdown
Roy orbison
We never walk we never talk
We never find the time to be close again
There it goes again
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Too much concern for money to burn
Too many things to do now you dont need me
And I dont need you
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
One by one they fail now the leaves our lover
Cling to the ground
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Too much too soon too much temptation
In a hurry its a sad situation
Too much worry I can tell well its over now
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
There it goes
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
When its right, its all right
When its wrong, its all wrong
When its gone, its all gone
Its too late
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
I can tell well its over now
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Why Am I Needing This?
I am not those dark days lived.
To perform an existing within shadows.
I am not,
One who sits comfortably...
Fixed to fears,
Of my own image appearing...
On walls that I visit forelorned.
I can not accept a misery imposed upon me.
I can not accept...
My own reflection hinting with signs of neglect.
I am the light that brightly shines...
On the other side of closed windows.
I am the light that brightly shines...
Beyond closed and locked doors,
My mind has been convinced...
I'm needing more to restrict my addictions.
I'm needing more of this...
To keep and explore!
'I am not those dark days lived',
I say.
'I am not that one existing,
Within the restriction of shadows.'
I am the light that brightly shines...
On the other side of closed windows.
I live beyond closed and locked doors!
And yet I am a victim,
Of my own self inflicting addictions.
Why am I needing this...
To keep adventured and explored?
'Why am I needing this?
Why from it I just can't quit? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Arrested Thoughts
You have come too far...
To surround yourself in fear.
Shackled and attacked by thoughts,
Taught by those close and near.
Remove them from your mindset now!
Don't allow to become imprisoned...
Or bow down to confining decisions!
Break free and climb to your higher self.
Get rid of those thoughts,
Others have brought and dealt!
Leaving you with feelings...
You alone seem to have felt!
Eliminate a fate not yours.
Adore your mind and explore new shores!
Cast away what had limited you.
Your happiness you can and will pursue!
Believe you deserve a better view.
And watch the beauty of your life come through!
Arrest your thoughts...
That's what you ought to do!
If you must be a prisoner,
Become warden of a love that's due!
Locked and safe...
Protected from the blues!
Let others find comfort in pity!
Those scenes are not for you!
With arrested thoughts...
Take back what you own!
Your mind is YOUR castle,
And let that be known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Gift?
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact...
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors...
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence...
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Day I Broke The Law
Tomorrow I'll be coming home Verse 1
I hope to find you all alone
With open arms to greet me at the door.
You cried as I was led away
It seems like only yesterday
But after all these years I can't be sure
While I've been dreaming dreams of you Chorus
Not knowing what your going through
I prayed that you'd remember me
But I know life goes on you see
I broke your heart the day I broke the law
The man you know don't hurt no more Verse 2
My tears were shed behind locked door
I've told myself your gone ten thousand times.
Still when it got to much too bear
I'd run my fingers through your hair
Your kissing lips were always on my mind.
(Repeat Chorus)
So yesterday they set me free Verse 3
They gave me back my liberty
They gave me something else I can't ignore
song performed by by UB40 from Cover Up
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Boy Strange
See boy strange on the horizon of love
Hes calling to you
What do you say
See boy strange as an example of youth
So close to the truth but still far away
And hes such a strange boy
Dyou think hell make a good exchange for
The one before a closed door
That you left behind
When you realise that this boy is strange
Its too late to change your point of view
Hes often there when the sun meets the sky
With a perfect alibi unlike you
And hes such a strange boy
Dyou think hell make a good exchange for
The one before a closed door
That you left behind
To talk of common sense is
A complete waste of time
His looks are a crime
Bound to commit
In the eyes of the world hes a borderline fool
Both naive and cruel
Why would you inflict him on you
And hes such a strange boy
Dyou think hell make a good exchange for
The one before a closed door
That you left behind
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Essential
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
When I used the bathroom...
There were those who gave up hope,
I could do that on my own.
Every step I made has been followed.
And attempts to overcome my weaknesses...
Were spent in public view.
I did not hide behind a desk.
Nor group with a clique...
To mask my defects.
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
I had been considered foolish...
Quite lazy and a joke.
And as I realized those who found time to criticize...
I knew then I was more than qualified.
Since I used my time...
Clearing obstacles off my path.
And thanking God along the way...
I had humor left to laugh,
At those who took their valuable time...
Finding fault with what I did.
When all I've done is to use my mind!
And blessed to have teachers,
Who knew how to subdue my ego!
And thanks to them I let that go when it annoyed!
I know I am more than qualified.
I am removed from that which had blinded my eyes!
Which in fact...
Just might make some folks highly dissatisfied,
That I have made my credentials far more essential...
Than I have utilized!
I like to keep that as a surprise!
It's fun to throw around a resumé every now and then.
Not to impress.
But just to get a moment's rest when interviewed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking For a Freshness
I live to explore!
Not to sit in the midst of discoveries...
To be compared by others,
As the way my life should be!
I'm not one to reminisce,
With nostalgic inclinations.
To plagiarize legitimate activities...
Like others finding justification,
To qualify the air they breathe!
I live to explore.
Adventure and learn.
Not to rehearse and regurgitate...
Someone's steps done before.
So many do that and call 'that' creation!
As if to re-invent...
Stirs imaginations!
I live to explore.
Caring less if I'm ignored.
This gift of life is mine and I will proceed...
Looking for a freshness that excites.
My self worth and energy.
Instead of polluting my mind,
Redoing those things others find...
Easy without effort.
As they follow behind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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